I forgot to tell you that another of my shirts disintegrated yesterday, I was tucking it in when I felt it give. That’s what happens when you have cotton shirts and a disinclination to spend money. It’s always a bit of a downer when an old favourite disintegrates, though not so much of a downer as when trousers disintegrate, I admit.
After posting I took Number Two son to work and dropped him off for an 11pm start. About 1 am I had a text.
“Are you awake?”
I was naturally inclined to answer “No.” but decided I’d better admit that I was still up.
“Can you leave the chain off. I’ve been throwing up and I’m coming home.”
Oh, the language of Shakespeare…
So, to cut a tedious story short, I went to pick him up. If I’m going to get him to leave home he needs to save his money, not squander it on taxis. We nearly reached home before he decided to throw up again. Fortunately he managed to get out of the car before it happened.
I think it’s true to say that he has the same gastric bug as Julia, He just doesn’t handle it with the same panache.
We returned home around 2.30 am, which left plenty of time to write my haiku quota and get to the hospital for a 7am blood test. This was handled so efficiently that I was back at the car and out of the car park before my free half hour was over.
I had the results by 11.20. I passed, though they have adjusted the dose and I have to go back in two weeks.
I wonder if this is a sign that things may be looking up.